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Aphrodite/ 17 / Lana Del Rey/ cherry /water /cursed /dreamer /romantic to a fault /destruction /dumb & poetic / messy writer /materialistic heart with romantic tendencies

i write stories inspired by books and screens,

about characters i love a little too much.

MATERIALIST

fandoms:

pjo • stranger things • DC • GOT

tvd • vikings • AKOTSK • HOTD

requests are open.

welcome to my world ♡

SO TO MAKE IT MORE EASY FOR ME I WILL MAKE YALL CHOSE 🫡😂

1) hi omg 😭 could you do a percy jackson x reader where he gets jealous but pretends he’s not and it’s super obvious to everyone else?? like annabeth teasing him and reader finding it cute pls 💙

2) hey love!! i’m BEGGING for a nico di angelo blurb where he’s super touch starved but doesn’t realize it until reader hugs him and he just melts 🥹

3) Can you do a billy hargrove toxic situationship with reader??? like arguing and he is mea with her but she can’t stay away from him ( she is giving ME vibe 🤣😭)

4) hii could you maybe do steve harrington fake dating trope but he actually falls first and HARD, like golden retriever bf energy

5) will byers crushing on a male reader and being super shy and awkward but adorable pls 🥹🌈

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–> The Dragon and his wife –> One shot

Aerion Targaryen Materialist

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The feast glittered like a field of fallen stars.

Gold plate caught the candlelight. Rubies burned at throats. Music wound through the hall in silk-soft ribbons, and wine flowed freely, too freely for lesser men and lesser women.

But not for Aerion Targaryen.

He drank sparingly. Always sparingly. A dragon did not dull his senses among sheep.

He sat at the high table in black velvet bordered in scarlet satin, the three headed dragon blazing across his breast. Firelight adored him. It clung to his silver gold curls and turned his violet eyes molten.

His gaze drifted, lazily, possessively , across the hall.

And settled on you.

You had been radiant when the feast began, poised, graceful, every inch a princess worthy of his name. But now your cheeks were delicately flushed, your lashes heavier, your laughter softer and more frequent. The goblet in your hand tilted just a fraction too carelessly as you spoke to a lady beside you.

Aerion watched.

Not with annoyance.

With fascination.

You rarely surrendered control. You moved through court with elegance and careful intelligence. You understood whispers, politics, glances. You knew when to bow and when not to.

But wine had loosened something.

When you stood from your seat, you swayed, just slightly and steadied yourself on the table.

Aerion was already rising before any servant dared move.

Conversations faltered as he descended from the dais.

“My wife,” he said smoothly, though his tone carried the quiet command of a prince accustomed to obedience.

You turned at once.

And the smile that bloomed across your face when you saw him was unguarded. Uncalculated. Entirely yours.

“Aerion,” you breathed.

You did not curtsy.

You did not offer your hand.

You walked straight to him.

The hall watched.

They always watched him.

But tonight they were watching you.

Your fingers curled into the front of his doublet, crushing the embroidered dragon beneath your palm as though you sought to steady yourself or perhaps to claim him.

And then you rose onto your toes.

And kissed him.

Not a courtly brush of lips.

Not a restrained gesture meant to please watching nobles.

It was warm. Lingering. Wine sweet and bold.

For the briefest heartbeat, Aerion stilled.

Shock did not show on his face, he was too proud for that but something flickered in his eyes. Something almost boyish in its surprise.

The hall fell utterly silent.

You pulled back only slightly, still close enough that your breath mingled with his.

“You look devastating tonight,” you informed him, voice soft but earnest, as though confiding state secrets.

A muscle in his jaw flexed.

“You have been drinking.”

“Yes,” you agreed cheerfully and kissed him again.

This time at the corner of his mouth.

His hand came to your waist then, firm, possessive, steadying. His fingers spread as though to anchor you to him, as though the entire hall might try to steal you in your softened state.

“You are bold,” he murmured, violet eyes darkening.

“I am married,” you replied, as if that explained everything. “I am allowed.”

A faint ripple of scandalized whispers stirred along the tables.

Aerion’s head turned slowly.

One look.

The whispers died.

When his gaze returned to you, it had changed.

This was no longer amusement alone.

This was hunger, not merely physical, but territorial. You were his wife. His princess. His flame.

And here you were, flushed and smiling, kissing him as though he were not a prince feared across the realm, but simply your husband.

It disarmed him more thoroughly than any blade ever had.

You reached up again, brushing your lips to his jaw this time, then his cheek, as though testing whether you might continue uninterrupted.

He exhaled softly through his nose.

“You forget yourself.”

“I remember perfectly,” you insisted, swaying closer. “You are very handsome. And very tall. And very mine.”

That last word.

Mine.

Aerion felt it coil through his chest like smoke.

He tightened his grip slightly, drawing you fully against him. The hall gasped quietly at the boldness of it.

“You would provoke me before half the court?” he asked, low and dangerous.

You tilted your head, studying him with wine-bright curiosity.

“Would you punish me for kissing my husband?”

The innocence of the question nearly undid him.

Aerion leaned down, slowly, deliberately and captured your mouth in a kiss of his own.

Deeper.

Claiming.

Measured so that it could not be called indecent, yet unmistakably intimate.

He felt your fingers curl into his hair, careless, affectionate, entirely without fear.

No one touched him like that.

No one dared.

When he withdrew, your eyes were softer still.

He brushed his thumb over your lower lip, wiping away a faint trace of wine. His voice dropped to something meant only for you.

“If you continue, little flame, I will carry you from this hall and remind you precisely what it means to belong to a dragon.”

You smiled, slow, luminous, unafraid.

“I should like that.”

The honesty in your tone struck him harder than defiance ever could.

For a fleeting second, the monstrous prince, the cruel knight, the dragon who believed himself above men felt something dangerously close to tenderness.

He turned to the gathered nobles.

“The feast is concluded,” he declared calmly. “My lady requires rest.”

No one argued.

No one breathed too loudly.

As he led you from the hall, your hand slipped into his, your steps slightly uneven. You leaned against him without hesitation, trusting his strength to keep you upright.

In the torchlit corridor beyond the feast, the world grew quieter.

You paused, tugging him gently back toward you.

“One more,” you murmured.

He raised a brow.

“One more what?”

“Kiss.”

He stared at you for a long moment.

Then, unexpectedly, he laughed, low and rich and rare.

“A perilous creature,” he said softly. “Wine has made you fearless.”

You shook your head faintly.

“No,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his chest. “You have.”

And in that narrow corridor, shielded from courtly eyes, Aerion bent to kiss you once more.

Not as a prince proving dominion.

Not as a dragon claiming territory.

But as a husband, fierce, possessive, and quietly undone by the simple truth that his wife wanted him without calculation, without fear, without restraint.

And for that night, at least, the monster did not surface.

Only the fire.

Request: hello can give me Klaus mikaelson x f!reader and Klaus has crush on reader friends with Mystic Falls group headcanons, please 🙏😊

Note: Hii 🥹 of course!! Here are Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader headcanons, with Klaus having a very obvious (but denied) crush, you being friends with the Mystic Falls group,

Klaus definitely notices you before he admits it to himself. You’re always around the Mystic Falls group, laughing with Elena, helping Bonnie, rolling your eyes at Damon and Klaus pretends you’re just another annoyance. He fails miserably at that.

He watches you constantly. From across the room, from the doorway, from the shadows. If you catch him staring, he scoffs or smirks like you were the one being strange.

He’s irrationally jealous when you’re close to anyone else, especially Stefan or Damon. He masks it with sarcasm, but the tension in his jaw gives him away every time.

Klaus insists he doesn’t care about you…yet somehow he always shows up when you’re in danger. Always. Too fast to be a coincidence.

He’s rough and sarcastic with everyone else, but noticeably softer with you. His voice drops when he speaks to you, his insults turn into teasing, and he never actually means them.

You’re not afraid of him, and that drives him insane in the best way. You talk back, challenge him, call him out when he’s being cruel. Instead of killing you for it, he finds himself smiling.

The Mystic Falls group notices before you do. Caroline gives you that look. Damon makes comments. Elijah raises an eyebrow. Klaus denies everything, loudly.

He pretends your friendship with the group annoys him, but secretly he likes that you’re loyal and brave. You stand by people you care about and that hits something deep and old inside him.

Klaus becomes subtly protective. If someone insults you, they don’t last long. If someone threatens you, Klaus’ wrath is immediate and terrifying.

When you’re hurt or upset, he loses control of his emotions. His voice softens, his hands hover like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure he’s allowed.

He gives you gifts “accidentally.” A painting he made and didn’t want. A rare book he “had lying around.” Jewelry he claims means nothing but he watches your reaction closely.

Late night conversations happen more often than either of you admit. Quiet moments, shared drinks, vulnerability slipping through the cracks. These are the moments Klaus falls hardest.

He struggles with the idea that someone good could care about him. That you see more than the monster. That scares him more than any enemy ever could.

When he finally admits his feelings, it’s intense, honest, and raw. No games. No manipulation. Just Klaus, standing there, telling you that you matter more than he ever planned to admit.

– Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader – Headcanons (Crush Edition) –> Headcanons

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Request: Hi there! Can I please request Grover x shy satyr!reader? He’s just so underrated

Note: Right?? Grover’s honestly such a sweet, loyal, and genuinely good friend, he’s funny, awkward in the best way, and just…so pure. He really doesn’t get the credit he deserves sometimes, but I’ll always stan my favorite goat boy 🐐

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The smell of pine and fresh earth wrapped around you as you padded quietly through the campgrounds, careful not to disturb the humans bustling about. Camp Half Blood was loud, messy, and full of energy,sometimes too much energy for a shy satyr like you, but somehow, you always found comfort here. Especially in the quiet corners, where the trees grew thicker and the breeze whispered secrets only a satyr could understand.

You ducked under a lowhanging branch, clutching your lute to your chest. Music was your safe place, the only thing that made your hooves feel steady instead of fidgety. From somewhere nearby, you heard the familiar rustling of leaves and a soft, hesitant voice.

“…uh…hello?”

Your ears perked up. That voice. It was high pitched but nervous, full of the kind of sincerity that made your chest flutter. You tiptoed closer and peeked around a tree. There he was,Grover Underwood, your friend, your…well, maybe more than a friend if you let yourself dream a little, kneeling in the dirt, trying (and failing) to untangle a mess of vines. His little horns glinted in the sunlight, and his curly brown hair was sticking out in every direction. He looked up as if he’d just sensed you.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, jumping slightly. “Y-you’re…here.” His words tumbled over themselves like they always did when he was nervous.

You cleared your throat and stepped out slowly. “I…uh…just wanted to…see if you were okay?”

He blinked, caught offguard by your presence, and then, very Grover like, his face split into a sheepish grin. “I…yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just…trying to, um, not get eaten by vines, I guess.”

You couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped. “You’re not very good at this, are you?”

Grover scratched the back of his neck, looking utterly mortified. “I…uh…well, you know…nature is complicated.” He glanced at you nervously, and something in your chest melted at how he seemed to shrink under your gaze. “Anyway…you’re…you’re really quiet today. Is everything…okay?”

You shuffled your hooves, looking down at the ground. “I…sometimes…I like watching from…afar. The camp is…big.”

His smile softened, and he took a careful step closer, crouching down to meet your gaze at your level. “I get that. Camp can be…a lot. But, uh…if you want, you could...um. stick with me for a bit? I’m, uh…good at, like…finding quiet spots.”

Your ears twitched, heart thudding. The offer was simple, sweet, and somehow made your shy little heart skip. “I…would like that,” you murmured.

Grover’s grin turned into a full blown smile that could probably light up a cabin in the middle of the night. “Really? You’d…come with me?”

You nodded, trying not to blush under his gaze. “I…think I’d like that.”

He clapped his hooves together in excitement, then paused, looking like he was about to bolt but instead just fidgeted with a vine. “O...okay, cool. Follow me. Uh…quietly. Not that I mind if we make a little noise…um…sometimes I talk to the trees. But, like…not super loud. Promise.”

You trailed after him, your hooves crunching softly against the pine needles, following him deeper into the camp’s forested edges. Birds chirped overhead, and sunlight filtered through the leaves in warm, dappled patterns. Grover hummed nervously under his breath, and the sound made you feel warm and safe, like you’d found a little bubble away from the world.

Finally, he stopped in a small clearing, where the grass was soft and the trees arched protectively overhead. He sat down on a low rock, patting the space beside him. “Uh…you can sit here if you want. I…uh…brought snacks too.” He held up a small bag of dried berries, looking almost embarrassed.

You smiled softly and sat down next to him, taking a berry and popping it into your mouth. “Thank you…for…this.”

Grover’s ears twitched, and he avoided your eyes, fumbling with the bag. “It’s…nothing. I…uh…like spending time with you. Even if…you’re…quiet. Quiet’s…nice.”

You couldn’t help but giggle again. “Quiet is…good sometimes.”

For a while, you both just sat there, sharing berries and the soft comfort of the forest. The world felt smaller, simpler, like only the two of you existed in that little bubble of light and green. Grover eventually plucked a blade of grass and twirled it nervously between his hooves.

“So…um…” he began, his voice low and hesitant. “I…like…spending time with you. A lot. And, uh…if it’s okay, maybe…we could…spend more time together? Not…like…officially, or anything…unless you want…but…just…you know…together.”

Your heart leapt. You had been too shy to say it yourself, but…yes. Yes, you wanted exactly that. You nodded, feeling your ears flush. “I…would like that, Grover. I…really would.”

A grin spread across his face so wide it looked like it might split in two. He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch feather light. “Really? Really...really?”

“Yes,” you whispered, smiling.

Grover let out a little squeak of joy and leaned in, brushing your cheek softly with his. “Okay…good. Because…I think…uh…you’re amazing. Quiet, yes, but…amazing.”

You felt your hooves tingle, your heart hammering as warmth spread through you. “You’re…amazing too, Grover,” you murmured.

He blinked, his horns catching the sunlight, looking genuinely stunned and happy. “R...really? You…think so?”

You nodded, and in that moment, the world outside the clearing faded. Birds sang above you, leaves whispered in the wind, and a shy, stuttering satyr and a gentle, awkward protector found something quietly magical between them.

And in the heart of Camp Half Blood, among the pines and sunlight, you finally felt…at home.

– Among the pines –> One-shot

— DC Universe

Clark Kent/ David Cornsweet

Clark Kent/ Tom Welling

Bruce Wayne/ Batman

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Tim Drake

Conner Kent

Arthur Curry

Wally West

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— PJO

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Luke Castellan

Frank Zhang

Leo Valdez

Nico di Angelo

Grover Underwood

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— STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Mike Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

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— TVD

Stefan Salvatore

Daemon Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

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— VIKINGS

Ragnar Lothbrok

Bjorn Ironside

Ivar the Boneless

Ubbe Lothbrok

Hvitserk

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— HOTD

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Criston Cole

Harwin Strong

Cregan Stark

Jacaerys Velaryon

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— GAME OF THRONES

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Jaime Lannister

Oberyn Martell

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— A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS

Duncan the Tall

Aerion Targaryen

Valarr Targaryen

Baelor Breakspear

Maekar I Targaryen